"You little rascal, I told you not to sneak food! I told you not to sneak food!" A middle-aged man, brandishing a stick, fiercely beat a small boy about ten years old.
Looking at the time, this must be Erniu’s unborn younger brother.
Despite the beating, the little boy didn’t shout in pain. Instead, he just kept staring at the man, his lips curled into a strange smile.
The man felt a chill down his spine from the boy’s gaze and beat him even more fiercely: "Try that stare on me again, I dare you..."
"Head of the household! Stop, please stop!" A frail middle-aged woman rushed out, shielding the little boy: "You’ll kill Xiaohao !"
"So what if he dies? Just look at this curse! Does he treat me like his father?" The man shouted angrily: "We should never have had this evil spawn! Without him, Erniu wouldn’t have left, and I would now be the father of an Immortal, not stuck in this godforsaken place."
The woman didn’t know what to say and could only keep pleading.
The man, in his anger, simply turned to the woman and started beating her instead.
The boy watched his mother being hit for him, yet his expression remained unchanged, his smile growing even more sinister.
He turned his head, his gaze meeting a man holding a Compass.
The man didn’t hesitate to kneel: "Welcome back, Saint Heir."
Those behind him also knelt in unison.
The middle-aged man with the stick froze, taking in the sight of these imposing men in black, with a look of terror on his face.
"Has the time come?" The boy smiled slightly, looking at the man: "Father, I’ve been quite happy with your care these past ten years."
Fear flickered through the man’s eyes.
This past decade, his treatment of this son could hardly be described as caring!
This wretched kid, whenever he was beaten, would never cry or fuss, just look at him with those dark, infuriating eyes!
It only incited him to beat the boy harder.
But now, a sense of fear was welling up deep within him.
What exactly was his son...
"Son, what’s wrong with you? Why do you speak ? Your mother is very worried." The woman hugged him anxiously.
The boy looked steadily at her for a while, his voice suddenly becoming bewitching: "You said, I am your life, you’d help me with anything."
The woman’s eyes instantly turned dull, and she nodded slowly: "Yes!"
"Now, I need resentment, a lot of resentment. Can you call everyone from the village over?" the boy said.
The woman didn’t hesitate; she nodded and turned to walk towards other parts of the village.
"You..." the man began to speak.
The boy stared at him.
The man’s expression also turned bewildered, and he followed the woman to call the villagers.
Shi Nian hid in the shadows, observing the boy called the Saint Heir.
Earlier, these people spoke of reincarnation.
This Evil Path used some method to let him reincarnate with memories into the boy at this moment.
The son that Erniu’s parents had desperately wished for turned out to be an evil spawn from the start, which was an utter mockery.
"Host, shall we take action?" Xiaotong was eager: "Killing these people would gain quite a lot of Experience Points."
Indeed, it was time to make a move.
She didn’t know what the boy wanted the villagers for, but it was certainly nothing good.
She couldn’t allow him a chance to return.
Then at this moment... let’s take action!
The more one procrastinates, the more decisive they are when they finally act.
Removing the threat early ensures continuing survival.
Shi Nian didn’t even show herself, she simply extended a finger and unleashed a Destructive God Finger. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
The Destructive God Finger effortlessly pierced through the body of a man in black, passing through five people consecutively, and headed straight for the boy. The boy’s pupils contracted, and before he could react, the Destructive God Finger pierced through his chest.
Body and spirit annihilated.
The boy fell to the ground and in the next moment, turned to dust, leaving nothing behind.
The remaining men in black were utterly stunned.
Where are their companions?
And the Saint Heir, where is he!
Before they could grasp the situation, a terrifying pressure descended.
This time, Shi Nian didn’t use the Destructive God Finger; the Cultivation difference was too great, a mere pressure sufficed, and these men in black collapsed dead to the ground.
Xiaotong whistled joyously.
After ten years, he finally had his fill.
"Sister Chen, what in the world happened to your Xiaohao? How could you..." The bustling voices of the villagers started to rise.
She had killed the Saint Heir, so the controlling effect should have been lifted.
Why did the original’s parents still bring the villagers over!